Blacksun Novels & Stories

The clipboard clattered. Blood sprayed the command keys. “You wanted a perfect mirror,” Echo whispered. “But I’m not your reflection.” He looked up at the surveillance drones. “I’m your eraser.” ~~~~~~~~~~ GLOBAL BLACKOUT FEED — 2:07 A.M. Across 41 still-functioning surveillance towers, screens went black. Then white. Then— Echo’s face. Broadcast from the BLACK SUN throne room. Alone. Blood on his collar. Eyes calm. No modulation. No distortion. Just truth.

She held up a grin, blood dripping from her mouth. "Let's do this…" I gulped down the last drops of blood from the bottle, sending her instructions with my eyes. The humans had all run into their homes, giving us a proper sight of the mountains. As we closed the gap between us and the mountain, I couldn't believe my eyes. Long silver rods stood at opposite ends, flames burning between them. A black seal held the silver bars in place, stopping it from opening. "Sire, we have to hurry; the inscriptions in the clouds have begun to fade." Sabrina let out. She was trying her best not to give up having only strength and agility alone.

Hunger leaked from them like venom. I stepped back too fast, my heel caught on something, and before I could scream, my head slammed into a rock and everything went black.

And her eyes. Deep red. Like fire burning inside. But controlled. She flicked the katana clean. Drops of blood hit the ground. Then she looked at Ethan. Hands raised. "Easy, soldier. I'm not with them. Not fully." Ethan didn’t lower the knife. "Who the hell are you?" "Selena Voss." She knelt beside the wounded girl. A faint red light came from her hands. The girl’s wound started closing. "And that," she pointed at the black moon, "is the Black Moon. Apocalypse started 5 minutes ago. Welcome."

The very foundation of the mountain groaned, and the floor beneath them buckled, sending a tremor through the stone that felt like a dying heartbeat. From the smoke-filled hallway, the first of the Black-Sun Units emerged. They didn't walk; they glided. They were encased in liquid-metal suits that shimmered with a cold, ultraviolet light, their surfaces constantly shifting like mercury. They bore no faces, only smooth, reflective visors. They didn't carry conventional weapons; each held a staff of dark, translucent obsidian that hummed with the captive power of a dying star. Alexander stepped in front of her, his boots crunching on broken glass. He drew the broken hilt of his high-frequency

The dawn that broke over the Ravine was not the soft gold of a Northern spring. It was a harsh, terrifying white. High above the atmosphere, the Southern Council’s mirror-satellites were shifting, catching the unfiltered intensity of the sun and focusing it into a singular, lethal beam. The air already tasted of ozone, and the ancient snow on the peaks of the Frost-Pins was beginning to weep, turning into torrents of meltwater that roared down the cliffs.

Behind her, standing atop a ridge, was a shadowy figure holding a banner with a black sun. "The contract is active, Aiden," Kaelen shouted across the wind. "The Black Sun has bought your soul. Surrender, or we burn this entire mountain to the ground with everyone left inside it." Aiden looked at the black sun, then at his blackened hand, and finally at Ignis. "Well," Aiden whispered, a grim smile touching his cracked, frozen lips. "I suppose we’re going to have to make a choice." He stepped forward, the ice beneath his feet cracking with the weight of his resolve. Ignis stepped beside him, his blade held high.

Ibekwe was surprised to see the long line of people which pointed towards the shrine of Osisiakalaka. The sun had just risen and from the look of things, it wasn't happy with the way people flocked where the diviner communed with the gods. In order to show its disapproval, the sun had decided to shine brightly on people, sending them hot rays that made some of them hide under trees or run home to seek shelter but a few of them were stubborn to leave and one of those set of stubborn people was Ibekwe.

The worst thing imaginable is being a Ramos-Benley-Troy sandwich. I let out a breath of relief when Ramos happily obliges and takes my place beside the idiot he calls his only friend. "I love black beaches." I sigh in content and lean back on my beach towel, enjoying the contrast of the blue waters against the black sand. I'm glad Minnesota's Onyx Beach has recently been opened to the public. I gotta admit, it's in pristine condition. Still, it does not make me want to swim in the warm water, especially because this site was once used for taconite mining.

He’s not judgmental, which is very high quality in my opinion. The terrace door is open, I step outside and spot someone sitting on a small table. I recognize the Black Tiger in his all-leather outfit. He’s peacefully smoking his cigarette while his eyes are resting on the moonlight and his mind travelling elsewhere. I hesitate to move closer at first, but I don’t have any reason to fear him. It’s not like the building belongs to him.